Having lived my entire life without snow, when we moved here three years ago, we were SO excited about the snow! We LOVE the snow! We check the weather reports repeatedly all winter anticipating the snow. It crushes our very souls when the promised snow is not delivered and Steve and I run around like kids when the heavens rain down the sweet, fluffy whiteness and turn our world into a winter wonderland. I mentioned we love the snow, right? The first snow of the year, I lay in wait for the kids to get off the bus, then POW! I hit them with snowballs. Did I say we LOVE the snow yet?!?!

This love of snow is in stark contrast to my dear friend Ree, who is from Michigan and refers to snow by it’s more common name, suck-ass snow. Actually my day is not complete until Ree says suck-ass snow. Because it’s funny. Because I don’t think it sucks at all. :)

I was beginning to see her point last night though, when I stepped out the car and was hit in the face with a snowball by a child who does not wish to see adulthood. The thing about snow is that it’s cold and it dribbles all into your clothes and slips down your cleavage in a most uncomfortable fashion. However, I discovered something else that I really don’t like even more. It’s called SUCK-ASS ICE! Oh yes. Steve’s car slid out of the driveway last night and I almost died today slipping on black ice…..We do NOT like SUCK-ASS ICE.